What's that you say? It's a relatively poor reason. Well, you may say that but, let's face it, nobody wants to read a half-arsed blog (although a blog about half-arses - whatever they may be, people with just the one buttock, I guess - may well be reasonably entertaining). Your blog should always be fully arsed, I reckon (unless it's on that singular buttock topic mentioned in the previous statement).
I tried, dear readers, oh I tried. There were a couple of half-hearted attempts at blogdom that fizzled and limped to an uninspiring halt (which I won't describe as I may cannibalise them for usable parts like some grotesque Frankenstein's blogs). I just wasn't feeling it, I guess. I didn't even have something about nothing to write and, given that over 90% of this entire blog has consisted of pretty much nothing, that's a fairly rare occurrence.
So what's today's topic then? Ah, well, I didn't quite get that far but at least I'm back to writing about nothing. Maybe tomorrow, you'll get something about something. of course, my use of the words "maybe tomorrow" just there now means that I have the theme tune to The Littlest Hobo firmly stuck in my head going round and round in a loop and so, in order to share some of that joy with you, here is that self-same theme to finish on. Y'all come back now...